Yun Che’s forehead was full of sweat, but his expression was incomparably calm. He slowly opened his grip. Regardless of whether it was his palm or wrist, there wasn’t the slightest hint of a burn mark at all.
It was unknown when everyone in the Sword Discourse Arena had stood up. Every single person’s gaze was stupefied, and were silent for a long while, as if the sound of this world had already been completely sucked out.